The house is silent, why wouldn't it be. I'm the only one stupid enough to get up at this ridiculous hour.
I roll over, hoping to see Mia sleeping soundly beside me but her side of the bed is empty.
Fuck!
The energy drains from my body as I reluctantly, roll out of bed, throw on my tracksuit bottom and head into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee to fuel this morning’s run. I need to speak to her about what happened between us last night, but it'll have to wait until she's awake.
Sitting in front of the coffee machine is a deliciously smelling home baked batch of cinnamon rolls with a little note standing in front of the cake rack with my name written in neat cursive handwriting. I reach for paper, taking it in my hand and flipping it over, to read:
Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get a head start on breakfast. Help yourself. Mia x P.S. I really enjoyed last night. Thank you!
My thoughts drift back to last night as I carried her from the bathroom and into bed. My dick twitches as images of her body fill my mind. When I asked her if she was going to join me, I had absolutely no idea that she actually would.
Fuck! How did this get so complicated?
Fumbling around in the washing pile, I try to find a clean t-shirt, and once ready, I stuff my wireless buds into my ears and step out on to the open road, hoping to clear my head.
About half-way into the five-mile run, my mind begins to wander once again. No matter what I do, I can't shake the sight of Mia snuggled up in my arms, her dirty blonde hair flopping down over her creamy, pale skin as her breathing returns to a slow, steady rhythm. Clearing my head obviously isn't an option this morning, instead, I find myself replaying the night over again as my feet pound against the pavement.
Before I know it, I'm back at home, standing outside Mia's bedroom door. Hot, sweaty, and fuelled with desire.
Madison can sleep for England, so I know she won't be up for at least another hour but as I stand in the corridor, I hear a little noise coming from Mia's room. Tapping lightly on the door, I open it with a creek to be greeted with sight that stirs up all kinds of emotion deep inside me.
I came here with the intention of telling her that last night was a mistake and that it can't happen again but right now, all I can think about is tearing her white panties off with my teeth and tasting her again.
Suddenly, she realises my presence in the room and spins around, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she reaches for her dressing gown, tugging it around her half naked body and moving towards me.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you knock.” She blushes “Did you enjoy your breakfast?”
Taking a step towards her, I hook my finger into the belt of her dressing gown, behind the loosely tied knot I just watched her make.
“There's only one thing I have an appetite for this morning.” I tease as I brush a strand of hair away from her emerald green eyes with my other hand, letting my fingertips slowly trail down her cheek, then her neck, finally coming to rest on her hips.
Pulling her towards me, I bend my head, my mouth brushing lightly against hers.
Half expecting her to pull away, I break contact, lifting my gaze to watch as she stares at me in wonder, but instead of backing away, she nervously runs her hand through my hair before her lips crash into mine.
She moans softly as I gently part her lips with my tongue, embracing her tighter as the kiss intensifies.
Then my body starts to ache as I feel her pulling away from me.
“This is wrong. We can't do this.” She moans breathlessly into my mouth before taking a step backwards. “You're my boss... and...”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want this as much as I do and I'll walk away.” I take a step towards her, closing the distance as I grab her robe and pull her body against mine. Holding her behind the neck, I kiss her deeply as I feel the blood rush to my throbbing groin. Still kissing uncontrollably, she tugs at my t-shirt, fisting the sweat streaked material as we pull it over my head and fling it to the floor.
Her dressing gown is hanging by her side, wide open, her nipples straining against her white lace bra. I lower my head, flicking my tongue over the coarse fabric caging the dusty pink flesh and at the same time, I slide a hand into the other cup and gently roll the tip of her other nipple between my fingers. Lacing her fingers through my hair and throwing her head back, she lets out a little moan as I hum in appreciation, my cock pulsing in my boxers.
“Oh, Ethan.” Her breath is ragged as my fingers trail down her torso, making their way inside her underwear and pushing a finger inside her.
“I want you so much right now.” I spread her moisture up to her clit and move my fingers in a circular motion. Her knees start to buckle as she gazes up at me with hooded, desire filled eyes. I slip a finger inside her tight pussy, and then another, using my thumb to work her clit as I pump my fingers, watching as her body begs for more.
Watching her come is driving me crazy.
“Ethan wait...” She slowly takes a step away from me and wraps her robe tightly around her “This...Us...Last night was... amazing.” She presses her lips together in a thin-lipped smile and spins her hair around her finger.
